Title: Switch
Author: Hotaru
Fandom: Belmonde le VisiteuR
Characters/Pairing: Belmonde/d'Artagnan
Rating: T/M
A/N: First time I've written anything for this fandom. Fufuuuu.. There needs to be more BlV-fanworks.
Belmonde struggled against the ropes binding him. He groaned at the pleasure the friction of the rough material caused as he moved. This was both new, and not.. He gazed through half-lidded eyes at the orange-haired man above him, more feeling than seeing how d'Artagnan played with the cords wrapped around his body.
Belmonde struggled to get up on his elbows to look the musketeer in the eye, but he finally managed. "I wonder..." he started. "What it was that you wished to show me?" d'Artagnan had promised to show him something interesting, something he'd never before experienced. But this far off, he did not really see what was different about this and when his grandfather prepared to torture him, when he was a child. Except maybe the no-pants part he currently was having.
d'Artagnan smiled and pushed him back down on the bed, sliding a hand over a scarred chest. He licked his lips and bent down, his lips lightly touching Belmonde's ear. "I'll show you." he whispered. "Just follow your instincts."
Belmonde let out a low grunt, then gasped as lips and teeth circled that ear-shell. A hot tongue found it's way down his throat, and lips and teeth nipped and sucked everywhere they ever could. Belmonde sighed; a sigh filled with pleasure. d'Artagnan smirked before lifting away from Belmonde's neck, earning a displeased grunt from the pink-haired youth. He leaned slighty upwards and lapped at Belmonde's lips, before covering them with his own. "Does this feel good?" he asked with a purr. "Hmmm?"
Belmonde smirked against the other's lips. "Oh, I'm not sure. Maybe you should show me more?"
d'Artagnan nibbled at Belmonde's lower lip and tugged at it lightly. "If you say so." He pulled away and bent down to lick a nipple, hearing an approving grunt from the other. The hero of France couldn't help but smirk again. He bit down on the hard nub, and Belmonde's back arched.
Belmonde felt d'Artagnan tug at the tight bindings with his teeth, and one of the ropes snapped. One of Belmonde's arms managed to escape their bindings, and that hand buried in d'Artagnan's orange locks, tugging lightly. d'Artagnan lifted his head and gazed at Belmonde, silently asking what it was. Belmonde tugged again, and a'Artagnen had to climb up to meet the young man face to face. Belmonde pushed their lips together with a bruising force, kissing, sucking, biting and liking. When Belmonde let him pull away, they were both panting. d'Artagnan's head was spinning, and he gasped for air. "W-woa.. Y-you.." This time, it was Belmonde's turn to smirk, and he pressed another kiss to d'Artagnan's lips. "Would you mind untie me, d'Art?" he asked. d'Artagnan nodded, and his fingers fumbled over the ropes, loosening them one after another.
He had lost all control with just a simple, breathtaking kiss.